Chapter 22
The demon screeched, and Ethrin held out her sword. The demon was too quick to stop and ended up getting a leg cut off. It screeched and shook its head, and Diamond watched in horror as its leg grew back. She gulped and then took out her own sword. Ethrin rushed forward and started slashing at the creature's throat and skull. But no matter how many blows fell, the sword couldn't fell the demon. Soon the demon was deeply annoyed at Ethrin, and shook its head, long pointed ears shaking. Its red eyes glowed with flame and he drew away, and saw Airedaeiel. It grinned and showed pointed teeth as it started to crawl in her direction. Airedaeiel screamed and tried to crawl away. Aragorn and Legolas stepped in front of Airedaeiel to try to protect her as Laphaela, Arlena, and Glorfindel tried to circle around to its back.
Airedaeiel looked up at Legolas adoringly. "I knew you loved me, and now you can be my charming hero that saves me from the evil creatures," she said. Legolas grimaced but ignored her, waiting for the demon to attack.
"Get away!" Ethrin shouted. The demon turned and hissed at her. Ethrin held her hands up in the air and closed her eyes. She whispered the words:
Vala tula
Ely siriar, êl síla
Silme ya tindómë
Amin nai lle
Or in the common tongue it read:
Angelic power come
Dreams flow, a star shines
Starlight of twilight
I command thee
The night darkened and the stars were visible. Some of each star's light seemed to gather between her hands until there was a medium-sized ball of glowing light. The demon started shying away, all for of it's claws backing away from the light more and more. Ethrin opened her eyes and clapped her hands together, and then opened them up again. The light shot around as shrill screams filled the air around them. Then smoke appeared and in the closest ones, piles of ashes could be seen crumbling away and disappearing. The others were astonished, but then they saw that Ethrin had crumpled to the ground. Airedaeiel stood up shakily and grinned, then started cackling with laughter.
"See, I told you she was an old witch. She was probably aiming that bolt at poor old me, who can't stand a chance against her evilness. But she probably missed. Hmm…bad aim she has! Well, I knew that everything would come out all right. Demons gone and a fainted conjurer of black magic!" Airedaeiel screeched as she fell on the floor laughing. But then she saw Legolas's huddled shape next to the fallen elf, and started crying again.
Legolas dragged Ethrin to the edge of the woods and leaned her against a tree. Then he pulled down her hood and covered her with a blanket. Then he sat next to her to wait for her awakening. Aragorn, Laphaela, and Arlena just unpacked what they had started to pack and set up camp again. Glorfindel tried to calm the crazy she-elf still crying, but soon grew annoyed and left. But she started crying louder, and finally Aragorn walked up to her and slapped her smartly across the face. It was then that she stopped crying.
"Could it really be though? It seems so unlikely," said Dúal. He was Elrond's most trusted advisor except for the Lady Arwen. Elrond had finally been able to explain the book to someone. Maybe now the book was going to let him tell others of his doings. He didn't like keeping so many secrets from his people.
"I have been ruler here for so long. I was afraid to believe it either. I have been wise for very long, and have always thought out my words carefully. But this has changed me, although I don't know quite sure how," Elrond said, leading Dúal to his study, where Arwen was awaiting his arrival. Dúal nodded and followed. The walked in and saw Arwen sitting on the floor, the Mithwinrell of all things in her hands. She heard them coming and looked up. Elrond and Dúal walked quickly beside her and saw as pages and pages or writing appeared quickly, as if someone was in a hurry and had become invisible accidentally, but was now writing as fast as he could. Dúal couldn't believe he was watching the legendary Mithwinrell as it wrote. Soon, the writing was gone. Arwen got up quickly and got out paper, quill, and ink to write it all down. Elrond also got supplies for himself and Dúal, and also started writing.
A black shadow crept in the depths of Mordor. A figure walked in the dark desolate lands and looked up, watching the shadow, which was now seen to be dark clouds, as it started covering more and more of the land. The figure looked down and stuck out a spidery hand that was thin and bone white. It the hand was a black pearly object, smooth and round. The middle started glowing with a dark light, and then the figure's other hand crept out of the cloak. The figure put that hand over the crystal. The crystal floated up, and then was in the middle of the two hands, floating. A black beam shot into the air. Soon, millions of orcs and demons gathered around him. Another black beam flashed, and then the army of evil beings turned and started marching towards the west.
Somewhere else, a being was floating in the treetops. It's wings beat, and all around it was a light. It found a drop of dew and then caught it in its hands. The dew started turning different colors, and then scenes showed. It then opened a box, and then put the dew gently into it, and in the box about another pieces of dew could be seen. Then the little being closed the box, and the box shrank and a string started growing out of it. It took the string and tied it around its neck. Then it flew towards some light, where others of the same kind could be found.
A demon trailed it, wanting so much to see what it was. Will that thing be a threat to the Master's plans? It hoped not. Then that would mean the end of its life, and the end of the connection he had of its and to its body. The Master didn't have a big temper, but it was good to be careful. Besides, the Master was loosing patience constantly, because it seemed none of the servants could do anything right. So the demon decided to follow the winged light. The being went deeper and deeper into the woods. Now the demon was going more south than it had intended to, but it reasoned that it had its duty, and it was better to get lost here and still be able to hunt than go back to the Master and get its head chopped off, if the Master was in a good mood. The demon dreaded what the Master would do if the good mood was gone. So it just followed the light cautiously.
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